Park Notes

1

How come we are here

with aged wine

With, those melancholy wounds visible scars and

and newly grown skin and flesh

we see crystal clear

when air enters the tobacco pipe

I miss you so presumptuous like you and me

going wild, in a hot night

The beacons that guide us at what points will the things that lead us here

At what moment did it become blurry? become opaque?

have the things we left behind

What shape is it now? changed shape?

A river runs peacefully

bridge the gap between us mending relations between us

how come we are here

white petals, blue divas

Boundless rhetoric Is there a place of abode for us

Are there corners in an ocean of

Can settle complex vocabularies?

How come we are here

where it rains petals of pear flowers

I take a deep breath

In your peaceful presence

As I gently comb melancholic feelings

The melancholy visible to the naked eye and your profound affections

As dense as the grass with your affection

2

white petals, circle

in the faint air

bloom

put your body in the grass

Listen, it's spreading everywhere

Fragment if perception

just simple causal effects

Whether intangible and tangible

just a thought

illusion

clinging to the crowd

If a little bit of dust, will one day

Become a castle visible ten miles away

black eyes

more real than street lights

who spread the lies

Mountains and fields, like dandelions

and cracks in the sky

stranger

Is it also in the twinkling sun

lose a firm look

water in March or April

smell of air

as if every breath

there are traces

Always when the dark robs the light

with dense mail

knock on

no story direction with

A story without direction

How do you know I've been here

Without the interruption of dawn and dusk

A little trembling in the eyes

like white petals

between right and wrong

3

overconsumption vocabulary

inlay, solidify, dissolve

You and my eyes are like stardust

shining moment,

run away

how to tell you my story

leaves drive body

silent kiss cloud valley

Breathing bears the surface

addicted to words

Grooming in intoxication

memory

like twenty-five pigeons flying away

so dull

so bright

Some grasslands are like the sea

twenty-five pear trees

drown the horizon

Remember

same place last year

Wait for the wind to cool, six-inch photos

and blank greeting

An unbearable wound

but many people are walking

clasped hands

Just like your universe